Clark and Emmeline approached an overwhelmed freshman at school after classes had finished. Clark was the mentor, and Emmeline was just along for the ride. After all, from what she'd heard, the new kid was rather shy and no one could understand that better than her.

"Jordan," Clark called. The new boy turned around. "The totally overwhelmed look gave you away. I'm Clark." He held his hand out for Jordan to shake, but Jordan just kept his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Right, the mentor guy," he smiled nervously. "Hi."

"And this is one of my best friends, Emmeline. But we all just call her Em."

"Nice to meet you," Emmeline said to him as she hugged her books to her chest.

"Hey, we were supposed to meet in the gymnasium. They said you bolted. Is everything okay?"

"I'm still trying to get used to all these people," Jordan told him. "I was home-schooled up until now."

"Allow me to be your lifeline. All new students are assigned a mentor, most importantly because they come with a map. Let me give you a lay of the land."

"Would you mind if I check with my dad?"

Clark and Emmeline looked over to find an older man getting out of his truck.

"Sure," Clark answered.

Jordan went over to his father and the two of them watched the awkward conversation between the two of them.

"He is so cute," Emmeline gushed quietly. "Was that how I was when you first met me?"

"No, you were worse. You wouldn't say two words unless you were forced to and even then, you wouldn't speak above a whisper."

Jordan suddenly started quickly walking towards the street. When Emmeline looked where he was going, she saw with horror that a car was speeding down the road and their coach, Mr. Altman, was moving towards it.

Before the car could hit the man, Clark pushed him out of the way. Emmeline furrowed her eyebrows as she looked next to her. Hadn't he just been standing beside her? How had he made it over there that fast?

She quickly ran over to the two of them.

"I just…I just want to be with my little girl!" Mr. Altman cried. "My daughter is dead, and it is my fault."

Emmeline sighed sadly. It was big news around school that Mr. Altman had just taken his daughter off life support last month and he had never been the same since. In fact, he hadn't been the same ever since she got hit by a car. She couldn't imagine the pain of being faced with the decision that will determine if your child lives or dies.


Clark and Emmeline touched Jordan's shoulder at school the next day to get his attention, and Jordan quickly spun around.

"Hey, Jordan, it's just us," Clark smiled.

"Yeah," he said nervously. "Hi."

"I just want to apologize for dropping mentor ball yesterday."

"Mr. Altman's lucky you were there. I just wish my dad hadn't seen it."

Clark and Emmeline followed him down the stairs. "Just tell him that Smallville High is rarely that exciting. Trust me, my parents wrote the book on being overprotective. You'll be just fine." He went to touch his shoulder again, but Jordan quickly moved out of the way. "You all right?"

"Yeah. I just don't like being touched."

"Fair enough."

A student walked by Jordan and accidently bumped into him. Jordan's eyes squinted in pain and he put his hand to his head. This happened three times before he looked up at the two of them.

"What?" he demanded.

"Nothing. You just had that, uh, look yesterday just before Mr. Altman jumped in front of the car. It's almost like you knew he was gonna do something."

"I need some air."

Emmeline watched him walk down the hallway. "There's something different about him. You think he's okay? Do you think…he's a meteor freak?"

"I think that we need to talk to Chloe. Who better than to investigate the new kid?"


Talking to Chloe had to wait until the next day. Clark and Emmeline were in the Torch office doing some work on the newest issue when Chloe and Pete walked in.

"Clark, we've been looking all over for you," Pete said. He gave a quick peck on Emmeline's lips and put his arm around her shoulders as she laced her fingers through his. "Look who gets to do the honors."

"What's going on?" Clark asked.

"You ready to hear the latest news about Lana's houseguest?" Chloe smiled.

"Actually, no."

Pete furrowed his eyebrows. "'No' as in you're not interested?"

"No. 'No' as in it's none of my business. Lana and I finally reset our relationship to the friendship level. I'm not gonna blow it by getting between her and Adam."

"Wow. Clark's taking one for the team."

"From now on, consider me an Adam-free zone."

Chloe set her purse down. "Okay, now that we can scratch gossip off the discussion list, what's next on the agenda?"

"What have you guys heard about that new kid? Jordan Cross?"

"You mean Mr. 'Pathologically Afraid of Human Contact'?" Pete asked.

"Oh, give the kid a break," Emmeline told him. "This place can be intimidating to a shy person."

"I guess he made quite a first impression," Clark said. "Look, this is gonna sound crazy, but I think he had a premonition about Mr. Altman."

"What made you take that leap?" Chloe asked him.

"Let's call it a gut feeling."

"Well, maybe that's the same thing that Jordan had," Pete said.

"What do you mean?"

"Some people believe that premonitions are just heightened intuition," Chloe explained.

"Yeah, maybe he overheard something or saw a look in Altman's eyes," Pete added.

"Yeah, but still, given your track record with Wall of Weirdness, I think we should look into it."

Clark smiled. "Thanks."

"No thanks required. It's kind of fun being Woodward to your Bernstein again."

"I am so happy that you guys have made up," Emmeline remarked.


Later that day, Clark was doing research on Jordan, and Emmeline was doing her best to get the latest issue proofread. Chloe soon bounded into the office.

"Chloe, I think I found something," Clark told her.

Chloe took off her jacket and hung it up on the rack. "Yeah? You and me both. I just had a mega 'Real World' moment with Ad…Never mind. Sorry. Anyway, looks like you're hammering away at the Jordan story."

"Yes, I pulled this off the Ledger database." Emmeline got up, and the two girls looked over his shoulder at a newspaper article he had pulled up. "Apparently when Jordan was six, he went ballistic outside of a roller coaster screaming that someone was going to be killed. His dad pulled him away, but when they restarted the ride, one of the cars broke loose."

"Killing the woman standing in line with him," Chloe read.

"Mr. Altman wasn't Jordan's first premonition."

"All right, well, cue the spooky music because Jordan was born on the day of the meteor shower." She handed Clark a file. "I took a quick trip to the courthouse and asked them to pull up anything pertaining to Cross."

Clark opened up the file. "According to this, Jordan's mother died shortly after he was born…as a result of a direct hit from a meteor?"

"As one life ends, another begins."

"Well, that must be the connection."

"Yeah, mix that with the meteor rocks, and you could be entering John Edward territory."

"At least this meteor freak isn't bent on revenge, killing people, or breaking the law," Emmeline put in. "That's a first."

Students in the hallways all started rushing towards the entrance of the school at once.

"This can't be good," Chloe remarked.

There were several voices shouting outside, and Clark and Emmeline looked at one another when they recognized one of them.

"That's Jordan," Clark said.

The three of them rushed outside to find a large group gathered around Jordan and Megan. Megan kept trying to leave, but Jordan blocked her way.

"You don't understand!" Jordan yelled. "I'm trying to help you!"

"Go away!" Megan screamed.

"Megan, stop! Please! I'm just asking you to let me walk you home! You don't understand! It's not what you think!"

"Leave me alone!"

Megan quickly broke through the circle of people and began running away. Clark and Emmeline quickly ran up to a panicked Jordan.

"Jordan, what's going on?" Clark asked.

"I have to help her!"

"Why? Calm down! What's gonna happen to Megan?"

"She's going to die, Clark! Don't you understand? She's going to die."

Clark and Emmeline shared a knowing look. It looked like Jordan had received another premonition.

"Come on," Emmeline said as she looked after Jordan. "We'll get my car and go find him."

When Emmeline looked around, Clark was gone. "Clark?" Emmeline rolled her eyes. "I hate it when he does this…"

Emmeline quickly went back inside the Torch office.

"I need Jordan's address," she told Chloe.

"How come?"

"I just do. And fast."

Chloe furiously typed on her computer and then scrawled something down on a piece of paper.

"Thanks!" Emmeline said as she grabbed her possessions and practically flew out of the office. "I owe you one!"

Emmeline ran to her car and drove to the address Chloe had written down for her. However, she ended up not needing it because she passed by Megan's house and found it flooded with police cars. Clark and Jordan were there as well.

Emmeline pulled up and got out of her car to join them.

"I'm told you got into an argument with Miss Calder today?" Sheriff Adams asked Jordan.

Jordan looked up at Clark with a scared look on his face.

"I was there, Sheriff," Clark said. "It wasn't a big deal."

"I got a missing girl, Mr. Kent. That makes everything a big deal." She looked over at Jordan. "We better talk."

Sheriff Adams pulled Jordan away from Clark and Emmeline to find out what exactly had gone down between them.

"Do you think Megan's okay?" Emmeline asked.

"Judging from what happened this afternoon, probably not."

"What did Jordan see?"

"He said there was a fire and Megan was screaming and she couldn't breathe."

"What an awful way to go. We've gotta find her before this vision becomes a reality. I don't think Jordan would ever be able to forgive himself."

"So you know too?" Jordan asked as he came up to them.

Emmeline blushed a little when she realized he had heard them speaking. "I do. I hope you're not mad at me."

"Why would I be mad?"

"Most people try to keep these kinds of things a secret."

"The fact that you believe me is good enough for me."

A truck pulled up to the house, and Jordan's father got out. "Jordan!" He quickly ran over to his son. "Are you all right?"

"I had another vision. I thought I could help." His father nervously looked over at Clark and Emmeline. "It's okay. Clark and Emmeline know."

"Wait for me in the truck."

"Dad, please."

"Jordan." Jordan walked towards his dad's truck while his father went to go talk to Sheriff Adams. "Excuse me."

"Mr. Cross," Clark said to the man. "Jordan really wants to make a go of it at school. Will you just give him one more chance?"

"I really appreciate all you've done, Clark, but Jordan is…special. If he's at home, at least I can try to protect him." He glanced towards the truck and his eyes widened a little. "Jordan…"

Clark and Emmeline looked towards the truck and saw Jordan's backpack on the hood. Jordan was nowhere in sight.

"Jordan!" his father called. "Jordan!"


Emmeline walked into the barn to find Clark talking with his dad. "Hi."

"Hello, Emmeline," Jonathon smiled.

"Hi, Mr. Kent."

"How are you doing?"

"Oh, it's just another one of those weird days."

"So I've heard. Can I get you anything to eat?"

"No, but thank you."

"Alright. Well, if you change your mind, you're more than welcome to come inside."

Jonathon smiled at the both of them as he left the barn and headed up to the house.

Emmeline crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm worried about Jordan."

"Yeah, I am too," Clark told her. "But like my dad was saying, he'll come home when he's ready."

"Maybe, but what about Megan?"

Clark sighed. "I don't know." He put his backpack on his shoulder. "Come on, you should eat a little something before you go."

The two of them were about to head to the house when Jordan frantically ran into the barn. There was a large red mark on his face as if he had been hit.

"Clark!" he exclaimed.

"Jordan, what happened to you?" Clark asked.

"I was in the school with Lana when somebody attacked us! I think they took her!"

"Who took her?"

"I don't know, I didn't see him! Clark, I had another vision of Lana."

"What do you mean 'another'?"

"I'm not sure. The other day, she touched my hand on the track. It was okay. She was peaceful, she was old, it was her time."

"What, you're saying that's changed?"

"She was trapped in a fire just like Megan!"

"Okay, okay, calm down. What else did you see?"

"Stuff on the floor. Photos burning. Lana and Megan were in one of them, but they were younger. They were in cheerleading outfits."

Clark quickly took out a newspaper from his backpack and handed it to Jordan. "Is this the girl?"

Jordan looked at the picture of the young girl tearfully. "Mr. Altman's daughter."

"When I saved him, I changed everything. Even what's supposed to happen to Lana. Okay, did you see anything that might tell us where she is?"

"Uh, there was…there was an old sign inside."

"What did it say?"

"It said 'Wandering Hills'."

"I know where that is." Clark quickly began to take off.

"Clark, take me with you."

"No way."

"I've seen the house. Maybe I can help you find it. Please."

"I'm coming too," Emmeline said firmly.

"Em, forget it," Clark said.

"Clark, I am sick and tired of sitting on the sidelines, waiting to hear if everyone is okay. Not this time. Not when I know I can help. We can take my car."

Clark looked at his two friends, knowing there was nothing he could say to change their minds. "First sign of trouble, both of you back off. Let's go."

The three of them ran to Emmeline's car, and she quickly began driving down to Wandering Hills in the hopes that they would find Megan and Lana. She hadn't been driving for long when they came upon an old house that was burning inside.

"Clark, Emmeline, look!" Jordan cried.

Emmeline slammed on the brakes as Clark began getting out of the vehicle.

"The both of you stay in the car," Clark ordered.

"He's got Lana and Megan," Jordan told him. "You're going to need some help!"

"Stay in the car, Jordan!"

Clark quickly ran towards the house. Jordan and Emmeline got out of the car and looked at the burning building. Before Emmeline could do anything to stop him, Jordan ran inside after him.

Not long after, Megan, Lana, and Clark came stumbling out.

Emmeline ran up to them. "Where's Jordan?" she asked frantically.

"I didn't see him come out with us," Lana answered weakly. Clark ran back to the house. "Clark!"

"Run!" he yelled.

"Come on," Emmeline said to them.

She quickly ushered them away from the burning building in case it exploded. Sure enough, not even two minutes later, the building went up in flames.

Emmeline wasn't sure how it was possible, but Clark was on the ground with Jordan, their clothes singed.

The three girls ran over to him.

"Clark!" Lana yelled. "Clark, are you okay?"

"Is he okay?" Megan asked referring to Jordan.

"He's not breathing," Clark answered.

"Jordan!"

Clark began giving Jordan chest compressions. "Come on, Jordan. You can't die on me."

To Emmeline's relief, Jordan coughed heavily and sat up taking in gulps of air. She ran up to him and hugged him tightly.

"I'm so glad you're all right," she smiled.

Jordan flinched, but then he looked at her questioningly.

"You're gonna be okay," Clark said to him.


"Jordan!" Emmeline called at school. She gave him a light hug. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm…better than ever. Ever since the fire, I haven't had any more visions."

"Really? That explains why you gave me that look when I hugged you the other day."

"How are you feeling?"

"I'm good. My boyfriend isn't happy I put myself in danger like that, but I'm sure he'll get over it eventually."

Jordan smiled. "Thanks for being so nice to me. I know I didn't really make the best first impression."

"Believe me, I was much worse than you. I refused to talk to anyone above a level two and, I didn't even look at anyone. That's why I wanted to meet you. I know how scary a place like this can be when you don't really want to be around people."

"You can understand me more than anyone else I've ever met."

"It's a gift."

"I'll see you around…Em."

Emmeline smiled at the use of her nickname. "Bye."

A pair of arms snaked around her waist as familiar lips kissed her cheek. "You've gotten friendly with the newbie."

Emmeline smiled. "It's nice to be able to help someone who's shy feel more comfortable."

"Yeah. I can understand that feeling."

Emmeline turned to Pete with a smile. "I love you."

"I love you too."

The two of them shared a warm kiss. Emmeline wouldn't trade this moment for anything.